I couldn't find our Easter baskets. They're either in the garage, buried under a pile of boxes and probably all dusty and spidery, or they're up in the attic, all dusty and spidery. So I put the candy in the plastic tubs I had made into bongos last year for our "Camp Kerouac" tent at Old Settler's, and hid those. One daughter is still looking for her basket. It's not that hard to find, but there is a certain cabinet that lifts up, that I bet she never notices, and it hasn't occurred to her yet to look there. It was genius for me to hide the basket there. The first place you'd look is a cabinet or a door, unless it's a cabinet or door that is below your radar.
Going to attempt to make mashed potatoes. I haven't done this much in my life, so I'm trying to keep expectations low. I am going to use the Pioneer Woman recipe that uses cream cheese and half and half. Lordy!
Am also making a turkey breast. And gravy. Again with the gravy, I'm going to shoot for amazing, but am hoping for adequate.
We dyed eggs last night. The Paas tablets were much tinier than usual. What's up with that? Do they have the technology now to squeeze just as much dye power into a smaller tablet? Or is this another case of product shrinkage?
Update: Daughter has found the basket. And she tells me that she did see the cabinet, and that was one of the first places she looked, but she couldn't figure out how to open it. (It just lifts up.) So I guess I'm not such a genius after all.
This daughter is asking, "Where are the jelly beans? There are no jelly beans!"
Okay, I debated while I was in Walgreen's. Did they really even like the jelly beans? Didn't they just swim around at the bottom of their baskets last year, ignored and forgotten? So this time I passed on the jelly beans. Big mistake.
"I love the jelly beans," Lilah said. "I ate all my jelly beans last year. " Oh. Maybe it was Annabelle who ignored all her jelly beans.
"Here's a tip for next year," Lilah said. "Don't get these." It's the Cadbury eggs she's talking about. The cream-filled ones.
"I thought you loved those! I thought you'd be upset if you didn't get any!"
"No," she said. "They're nasty."